Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.